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You will only read negative reviews of this film. Super...negative. I'm certainly not going to be the one to change your mind and turn people's feelings about seeing this film, not least because frankly, it's really bad. However, I would like to emphasise, the commitment and wit of the authors and director Ed Forsyth who put together, hostesses, karate movies, boobs, with a sprinkling of crime.

In short, everything that can tickle the 'fine' palate of a certain audience, especially of the era, i.e. the 1970s.

Everything else is poorly done, direction, acting and the faltering attempt to show the protagonist, the 'Superchick' of the title as a free, modern woman who does what she wants. The only thing to be saved is the soundtrack, the usual convincing, easy-listening funk carpet.

The superchick of the title is a stewardess, Tara B. True, who is a serious stewardess at work, but under her black helmet she has long blond hair that she sports in skimpy outfits when she is not performing her duties at high altitude. As a free woman she has a man in almost every city and certainly in Los Angeles, Miami and New York, boyfriends of different backgrounds and motivations. It should also not be forgotten that she beats like a blacksmith because she has a black belt in karate.

One of the boyfriends tries to exploit her to repay a debt, asking her to take a hit on one of his flights. She refuses and with karate strokes takes down the bad guys mercilessly.

She also leaves for Uschi Digard, who plays a hard-core actress. But apart from that there is very little super here, perhaps the career of the leading lady Jill Jillson who later became a well-known astrologer and who also said she gave tips to Nancy Reagan who later adamantly denied it.